Sunday in my Quiet Mountain Town

by overlord-flinx

Rating: teen
Tags: DJ P0N-3, Human, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Comedy
Length: 2004

Ponyville is a lively town; morning, noon, and night. So many characters with all different sorts of stories.

Ponyville. A lively, bustling town filled with hundreds of lovely people; and each one with a thousand or so stories they play a part in. A bit part to a big part; each and everyone is part of a moving act of players and stories. Funny, loving, and even sad stories... But that only makes you realize all the more what kind of life you get...

...When you live in a Quiet Mountain Town.

This is a series of one-shots and multi-shots pertaining to the lives of humanized characters.

Narrated by Vinyl Scratch.

Current stories: NONE.

Published 2014-09-13 03:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-31 19:49:19 UTC

POV Vinyl: Welcome to My Quiet Mountain Town!

Ponyville. Now, I want you to say that out loud right now. Ponyville. "Hey, everyone! I'm from Ponyville!". It sounds so stupid! I mean, who names a place Ponyville? It's... Pretty dang original if you ask me. It could've been named something worse like Buttcheeseville! Or Jump City. Something like that, you know? Not saying "Ponyville" is the best name, but you learn to take the good with the pretty bad after awhile.

Actually, Ponyville was named like that because -like- some hundreds of years ago, princess Celestia and her sister Luna found this patch of land between all these mountains. At first, as ALL the history books I could find so I could tell this story to you guys (you're welcome), the land was filled with just trees... Trees and horses as far as the eye could see! So Celestia was like: "Sis, we should totes live here". And Luna said: "Sup, I'm Luna. Let's do it". And do it they did! They brought all kinds of settlers, pilgrims, hobos, crazy hermits living out in the wilds, and whatever else they could get to rally behind them to this new land. You can guess what happened after that. You know, the boring building and cutting and building and planting and building and building--you get the idea.

When everything was over and done, all the horses had vamoosed for greener greens anywhere else. So, Celestia named the land Ponyville in honor of them... I guess no one took the time to tell her the difference between a horse and a pony. But whatever! She's the queen of Ponyville now along with Luna; so no one really wants to question her... Plus she's wicked powerful. I guess that comes with the territory when you can fly and use magic; it's kinda rare. I mean, I can use magic, sure. But only -like- little 'fwoosh's here and there... Magic ain't easy.

Hm? People can't fly? People can't use magic? Well, yeah. Of course they can't. But WE can. Celestia said that these lands were filled with this... stuff. Stuff that gives people power. But, no one really cares these days... A computer can do anything magic could do anyway, right? Tech just sorta put magic and flying back in the black lately, you get it? I mean, look at it this way: would you rather have sparks fly from your hands and risk burning stuff? Or, would you rather turn on the stove with gas? Seems simple to me... But, fuck, I'm just too lazy to learn how to use magic.

Octavia says that's a bad habit. You know what I think? Wearing too much clothes is a bad habit. Take that one to bed... What was I saying? Oh! Octavia thinks I'm lazy. Yeah, I am. But I can't waste my time learning avadakadava-or whatever like Twilight; I've got shit to do. If I don't take a nap under my sheets, who will? If I try and practice magic, who's gonna be the DJ of this town? No one! Why? Because I'm the only one who does those things. It's what makes me me.

...Makes me... Me... Hmmm... Now there's a crazy thought, Vinyl. What makes me me is me doing whatever me wants to do; you get me? So... What makes you you? And what makes them them? I know the answer, and so do you, but don't spoil my fun explaining it! It's story! Yeah, story. Everyone's got a story. I've got a story, you've got a story, Octavia's got a story, that story's got a story... Everyone's got one. Why? Because through our eyes, we're always the main character or something-like-that. You get it. Except... I know every story in town. I know AJ, RD, Rare, Flutters... I know everyone's story 'cause I live here and I know the peeps behind the stories. Fact and fiction; truth or dare... Dare's the opposite of truth, right? Whatever...

Point is, I know these stories... But you don't, do you? No. You just like to wait for the story to come to you. I can respect that. Lazy-man's way to getting to know people; respect. So -uhh- what day is it...? Sunday? Great! That's a great day to start on! How about you sit back, pull some popcorn, and maybe unzip your fly because we're about to dive into the world of this peaceful mountain town...! Could get a little steamy... Maybe... Don't get your hopes up... Eh, who'm I kidding? I hope we see something hot too. But I'm not making any promises. Ah, well... I'll make one promise. I promise we won't follow someone all day, alright? I mean, how boring would that be?

Who wants to see Rarity dressing up all day? Snore... Who wants to see Fluttershy pet a bunny for twenty-four hours? Zzzz... Twilight Sparkle counting out her book collection? You get the idea; there's a lot of boring things in this town. So, we'll just hop from person to person, mk? Buuuut... We may roll back to some people if their day's getting juicy, right? Yeah. Again, we don't want to miss people having sex or something... If we did, I would be acting like a bad host or something. At that point, it's my fault we're not having fun. And then you'll tell Octavia, and Octavia will say "stop taking people on magic adventures" blah-blah-blah. And no one wants that... Except for that guy in the back. He may want that... You sick fuck...

But who'm I to judge? I'm spending my day stalking people and listening in on their days. That's gotta point to some pretty bad life choices right there! Anyway, off we go. A lot of adventures and stories to be had. But -hey- what do you expect in this quiet little mountain town?

You Took the Words Wrong out of My Mouth

I'm a DJ. Do you know what that means? I get music. I understand the lows and highs of it. I can jam it to anything, y'know? Because all music has something good to it... No matter how bad it REALLY is. But... You don't need to be a DJ to get one pretty important piece about music: Lyrics.

Lyrics can make or break music. Yeah, there're a LOT of songs without lyrics. But nowadays, people wanna hear words to the music. Put a voice to the tune. It adds a sorta character to the music that makes it more relatable to some people. If that's not you, no big deal. But some people need tat more verbal attachment. I can go both ways on it, honestly. But... Eh... Some friends of mine would tell you I'm a kind of snob when it comes to lyrics to music.

I sure as heck don't think it makes me a snob. But... It is a sort of... Issue with me. Something I can't stand when it comes to lyrics. Something that someone in town just doesn't understand. Heh...

The little cafe was having such a lucky day of business today. Aspiring writers sequestered themselves away in their work throughout the modest shop, but their business was still racking up. As were the tips going into the jar at the counter from each new customer looking for a fresh mug of home-brewed coffee. But, perhaps the greatest income today was coming from the single table being held by two unusual cafe attendees. One of them could pass for a usual just by the way she presented herself; crusty blue hair, thick sunglasses even though she was inside an already dimly lit cafe, and her lofty white clothes. The other however, did not blend in well with her bright pink hair and even brighter yellow sweater. They looked like an odd pair, but no one serving them was complaining or questioning it.

They just kept bringing the cranky one her mocha-frappuccinos with a triple shot of roasted coffee grinds. Why she wanted straight coffee grinds in her frappuccino -much less three shots- was beyond anyone there. But, whenever they would bring one, the cranky one with the blue hair would snap it from their hand and toss them a few dollars before turning back to the girl sitting opposite of her. Her fingers would curl to the crease between her eyes, summoning deep mournful groans before she ever spoke. "Alright... Do you know the Usher song 'Love in the Club'?" Vinyl's voice sounding desperate, hopeful.

Fluttershy tapped one of her fingers to her chin, trying to think about if she heard that one. She hummed a few bars from a few different songs, but none seemed to click with her. Finally, she snapped her fingers and a look of realization brightened up her face. Vinyl's breath caught in her throat; could this be the one?

"I do... I think. It goes 'I can tell by the way you're looking at me girl'..." Vinyl's heart was fluttering, could it be? Could this be the one glimmer of hope she needed? "...'I wanna make love is this glove'." NOPE! Vinyl's head slammed with a loud snap to the wood frame of the table top, but Fluttershy just giggled to herself, not noticing Vinyl's irritation, "Oh, it's such a wonderful song. It's about mice wanting to make a family inside of a glove. That's adorable..."

"Yeah...! Frickin' cute...!" Vinyl whipped her head back up, a deep bruise indented into her forehead. She was hurt, and she was running out of steam... But she would not be defeated this easily. Fluttershy was a great person; she could not be doing this on purpose. "Alright-alright-alright... How about that really famous Cascada song? It goes 'steal the night, kill the lights. Feel it under your skin'..." Vinyl was fishing now, trying to get some kind of bite.

Fluttershy -again- brightened at the lyrics and joined in at a sing-song tune. "'Time is right, keep it tight. 'Cause it's pulling you in.' Yes-yes. I know that one, too!" Fluttershy looked so happy when she saw the look of pure joy in Vinyl's face when she sang that part of the song to her.

"Yeah! Great song... But -uh... Do you know the chorus?" Moment of truth...

"I do. It goes--" Here we go... "'Eviscerate the dance floor. I'm a phantom of the sound.'"

That next cup of coffee grinds couldn't have gotten there at a better time. Vinyl tossed her fleeting money at the delivery boy before knocking back the cup of grinds and frap like it was a cheep beer. Fluttershy on the other hand sat there with a blissful smile, enjoying this rare chance to speak to a friend she hardly got to see. Vinyl wiped her face clean of the coffee bits and foam, slamming her cup down onto the table by the growing pile of cups she was gathering. "Fluttershy..."

"Yes, Vinyl?"

"...I love you."

"Thank you, Vinyl. I appreciate our friendship too."

"So please... Just... Just one... For the love of all that is holy... One," Vinyl was on the verge of tears behind her glasses, but Fluttershy couldn't see them welling through the darkness of the lenses.

"I-I'm sorry, Vinyl. I have no idea what you want me to do... But, I will try my hardest to do whatever it is," Fluttershy slipped on her war face; which was just like her normal face, only with a little more puffed out cheeks and balled up fists.

"Okay... How about the Rixton song--"

"Me and my Pokemon?"

The entire table was thrown up at that point. Vinyl stomped out of the cafe, leaving her chaotic mess of discarded coffee cups all over the store. Fluttershy followed Vinyl out with her eyes, still sitting at the now table-less booth. Despite Vinyl's sudden outburst and rampage in that single moment, Fluttershy waved her off with a cheerful smile. "I'll see you later, Vinyl. It was nice talking with you!"